Chris Hardie

There has been some sort of vegetable garden on our farm for nearly 100 years, dating back to my great grandparents.

There are many highways across Wisconsin that take you to your destination, but sometimes I like to take the road less traveled.

I woke this morning to a heavy blanket of fog and mist shrouding the valley. Soon it will burn off as we move into the heat of the day. 

There is nothing predictable about memories, which are sometimes as harsh as the strike of the hammer on the anvil and the next moment as soft as puffy clouds in the blue summer sky.

There’s a social media post that’s been circulating for a few years that shows a farmer driving a tractor baling hay with three people stacking bales on the wagon with the words: “You don’t know the meaning of hard work until you spend a summer baling hay.”

I am thankful in many ways for growing up and moving back to the farm but also appreciative of not having to stack hay bales anymore.

Our nation is getting ready to party as we celebrate our 246th on July 4.

Beating the summer heat is a pretty simple task when it involves turning on the central air conditioning unit and staying indoors.

I stood outside and watched the dark skies as the rumble of thunder echoed through the valley.

For as long as I can remember, the sprawling silver maple trees have stood on the lawn area of our farm.